Long time no hear

I don't know what title to give this post since I haven't written in such along time. I was just inspired by one of my new students who, compared to many others, has showed a hunger to learn english. Sometimes when you can tell whether as students really wants to learn english or really really wants to learn english, you as a teacher become more awake and attentive to their hunger. You become more motivated to show them new things about the language and even you yourself learns a new fact.
(All in all I enjoy every since one of my students here in Bahia. They all have unique personalities and I love the questions they ask about the US)

People are often scared of Brazil because of the violence that they see on the television, for example, the film called City of Gods. That movie shows what really happens in the favelas of Rio De Janeiro. There is a T.V. program that shows dead bodies of people involved in drugs and crime. For me violence is violence. Same in Brazil as it is in Nigeria as it is in the US. However, in the US, things are better censored and covered up, because remember Fear is the best weapon of terrorism.

Do I feel scared in Brazil? Only when I am crossing the streets because stop signs and traffic signs are optional, it's like things are painted and signs are put up just to decorate. I have in fact walked by some prostitutes. It is a shame. They don't fit my stereotype of the traditional prostitute, in that they are beautiful girls, that look like they are just going to a party. They have all their teeth and their hairs are kept. But they are prostitutes, selling their bodies for something. Do I judge them. Shamefully I say yes. What they are doing is not good morally and physically. The disease and potential violence on these women. But I am not here to preach. It is just a meer observation that I see on days when there is not rain. They are part of my life here. Ornaments as if ordained to be at their posts. The law allows this, even though they ostentatiously denounce it to everyone. But when the city sleeps, it is like bedbugs. I don't blame the prostitutes, I blame the law that watches, the bastards that pick and pay, and the residences, who don't ban together to get rid of these busness transtions taking place by their homes. Oh, well, one leg at a time.

Ah, moving to better things, BOB MARLEY, sometimes when you hear his name, you often think that he is not the Late Bob Marley, a man who's name is as fresh as the waters of Bahia. Bob Marley, the Jesus of Reggae (always a difficult word to spell), the Einstein of melodey, the King of the Islands. Bob Marley, enough said. Since coming to Brazil, Reggae has inspired me to relax. I will go buy a shirt!

Brazil is treating me really nice. I am the definition of a Hustler because I hustled to get where I am at. I am forever blessed and grateful. I live with two women who are so fresh. I am in love with a telenovela, which is the Brazilian version of Soap Operas, called Poder Paralel. Let me spit something out about soaps here, they are better. Why? Because they have a beginning, middle, and end. They don't flirt with your intelligence. They flow. I love it! Also, every morning I go for a walk by the beach and it is very beautiful. I love the morning sun, the infinity of the ocean. But what is better. The full moon that glazes the dark black sea at night, it is so romantic!

Speaking of Romantic, I am in Love!!! Yes in love with Açai. It is the best type of dessert. It is usually purple in color and very cold. You put granola on top. I recommend when you come to Bahia, because that is the only place I have yet to enjoy it. Acaraje. What is acaraje? If you are Nigerian, particularly Yoruba, it is Akara. It is so good. It is made with grounded beans and then fried. HUM!!!!

Well until next time :)
(Yep, the title is pretty lame)